Come my little jester, come and bemuse me.
Come and eliminate the memories of my hurts in totality,
Even if just for a moment.
Avail me of your humor, for my heart needs to be elated.
I cannot fathom what I'd do without you.
The laughter that you stir within me
Does encircle my pain and transport it as a barge out into the sea
Of forgetfulness.
Healing is your essence.
And right now,
I need to be healed.
Reprinted with permission from http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAll&friendId=147936150&page=6
Saturday, February 20, 2010
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